Eurovision, a crock of ****,
We are never going to ever win it,
Our European cousins we know,
Hate our guts, that we know,
A song for Europe, it's not a fix,
But everyone, their neighbour picks,
Ten points to the country next door,
We are an island, it's just **** poor,
It's a shame it's not about the song,
Politics are involved , it's wrong,
Enjoyable it is to watch the tunes,
The judging is the same old news,
You only need to see a map,
To see why voting is such crap,
Poor England bottom of the shelf,
Even if represented by Christ himself,
I try to switch off at this stage,
Perversely though, I stay to rage,
Although to watch I cannot bare,
I hate it when it's just not fair.

Where and when my loved ones die,
I find it really hard to cry,
If just one tear, out would pop,
I think I'd start, and never stop,
My preferred route of self defence,
Is to play a game of false pretence,
No ones died , this dream's so vile,
I've just not seen them, for a while.

*** without passion, is like dancing without music .
Not much fun, but kind of amusing,
Lying there upon your back,
Has the ceiling got a crack?
The shopping list is planned at best,
Thoughts of George Clooney, in your head,
Just hoping now he'd hurry along,
Not fumbling around, getting it wrong,
Still not cleared up the plates from supper,
And you really just fancy a nice hot cuppa.

I appreciate now, I'm getting old
It's not just me, I have been told,
It isn't discovering your first grey ****,
Buying wrinkle cream or using ****,
A simple thought came to me, its true,
My back goes out more, than I now do!
Even my wheelie bins, I think,
Go out each and every week,
I used to party night and day,
But now by 10, I've hit the hay,
The hardest thing, makes my skin crawl,
I no longer fall over, I ' have a fall '

I have lost my Mum,
And my mind, it seems,
I awake at night,
Through broken dreams,
My moments of forced hilarity,
Encompassing delirious clarity,
Strong desire to scream and shout,
Tight knot inside, it can't come out,
The urge to punch out, at passers by,
Or curl up in a ball and cry,
Yet I walk amongst you,
Seemingly socially adept,
Muddled memories spin in my troubled head,
I want to shout out loud, MY MUM, IS DEAD,
I know one day,
Black clouds will clear,
Mums love lives on, in all held dear,
Family together we all unite,
We hold on to each other tight,
So why do I feel, so alone at night?
But I've lost my Mum,
And my mind it seems.